Stars

The air was more than humanAnd the heat was more than hungryAnd the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

The boars were running wildBecause they're big and mean and sacredAnd the children playing cricket with no shoes

That morning we woke up manTo a seven-hour driveWell there we were in South BatongWhere women are men and men go wrong

And there were so many fewer questionsWhen stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmMan and there were so many fewer questionsWhen stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm

The officials were quite friendly Once we bribed them with our sweet talkAnd we drowned them with our cigarettes and boozeDisembarking from the portWith no mistakes of any sortMoving south the engine running smooth

The next morning we woke up manWith the sunrise to the right wellMoving back north to Port BlairWhere boats break and children stare

And there were so many fewer questionsWhen stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmMan and there were so many fewer questionsWhen stars were still just the holes to heaven